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 you can do. Ronsard was a chivalrous poet. I would have you keep it.

Randolph: It shall instruct me, Madam.


 * (They rise, and he kneels as she again gives him her hand)

Mary: Adieu.

Randolph: Madam.


 * (He goes)


 * ( moves to an open prayer-book and turns the leaves)

Mary (reading, very quietly, to herself): "And in the evening they will return: grin like a dog, and will go about the city. . . . Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing: for thou, O God, art my refuge, and my merciful God."
 * (She stands silent for a moment. Then rings the bell beside her. comes)

Mary: Did you find my lord Bothwell?

Beaton: He waits your word.

Mary: Ask him to come. First draw the curtains and light the candle.


 * ( does so, while  reads again the same passage aloud)